Thales and Kuaisheng stared dumbfounded at the tavern owner who was sitting at an empty table, sweating profusely and sitting on pins and needles.

If you go out to dump a body at night, what are the chances of encountering a tavern owner and being robbed?

"Marina, where did your upbringing go? Why don't you ask our two new friends to sit down?"

Ricky still looked very talkative: "Give them a drink by the way. Forget about the wine, I need them to stay awake."

As he spoke these words, he looked steadily at Tampa.

Have a drink and stay awake.

Thales and Quick Rope looked at each other in surprise, communicating with each other's moods with their eyes.

What are you doing?

have no idea!

The surrounding mercenaries still stared coldly at the two newcomers, exuding their unique power in whispers and sneers.

Marina raised her eyebrows, nuzzled at Thales and Quick Rope, and kicked an empty table next to her.

"Did you hear that?"

Thales and Kuaiseng looked at each other, hesitating whether they should sit down or not.

Marina sighed.

She lowered her head and pulled out two swords with a "swish" sound!

And when she raised her head again with a fierce look...

Thales and Quick Rope had appeared on the chairs next to the empty table.

It's like teleporting.

They were holding the table, sitting upright, both showing their white front teeth, and smiling obediently.

The speed, the good attitude, and the sweetness of the smile made Marina, who was ready to see some blood, feel a little frustrated.

The mercenary behind him brought two drinks from the bar and slapped them on the table for the two of them.

Thales and Quick Rope subconsciously shrank back.

They pulled their hands away from the table and tried to stay away from the two drinks.

"What, are you worried about poison?" Marina looked at them contemptuously.

"We are not thirsty." This is the well-behaved Thales.

"I'm really not thirsty." This is a flattering quick rope.

Looking at the two people with sincere eyes, Marina sighed again.

"Really, why do I feel..."

She raised the sword in her hand, and the two mercenaries behind her silently took a step forward.

"You would rather leave your hands empty so that you can have weapons at your fingertips..."

As soon as the words were spoken, Thales and Quick Rope stretched out their hands in unison, stretched and retracted them, and quickly picked up the wine glasses.

Both heads were raised at the same time, showing friendly smiles.

"No, no, no..."

"Where, where..."

The movements are completed in one go.

Looking at the two people who were giggling, Marina raised her eyebrows and her face twitched slightly.

She snorted disdainfully and put the weapon away.

On the other side, the leader of the mercenaries, Ricky, looked at the expressions of the two people and sighed slightly: "Judging from the expressions of these two new guests... I guess you were just bluffing before, Tampa?"

The kidnapped protagonist, the ugly-faced Tampa, coughed.

"Listen, if you are so showy, the camp will not sit idly by."

Ricky looked at the two new customers with interest and returned his gaze to the boss.

"They are busy killing people in the desert, and this is just a personal grudge," Ricky said with a smile, "So, they really don't care."

Tampa's expression became increasingly stiff: "You know, you are destroying your reputation as the 'Blood Whistle'. No employer or introducer will be willing to hire someone with a criminal record..."

"reputation……"

Ricky said nonchalantly: "Don't you know, this is a one-shot deal. We are planning to leave the Blade Tooth Camp and even quit this business."

Thales, who was holding the wine glass tightly, looked around at the mercenaries in the tavern. Their silent and quiet style added an inexplicable sense of tension to the atmosphere here.

A one-shot deal...

These words made Thales extremely uneasy.

That means that these people do not care about the possible consequences.

So, what should he and Quick Rope, the two people who were involved in for no reason, do to escape safely?

“I have no grudge against you ‘Blood Whistle’!”

Tampa slammed the table, gritted his teeth and pointed angrily at Ricky: "Hey, your people were caught in the camp because they were ignorant and tampered with the big shots. I have worked hard to intercede for you...

…”

During Tampa's self-defense, beside Ricky, a middle-aged man named Clay shook his head and laughed, and said to the man with his face covered: "Don't you have eyes?"

"Shut up." This was the masked man's unceremonious reply.

Thales watched their interaction silently.

According to Ricky's introduction today, Clay is a swordsman from the North, and the masked man has a dangerous identity. They have just joined the Blood Whistle.

But looking at their current performance, there is no sense of unfamiliarity or distance at all like when they first joined the team, such as the fast rope versus Dante's sword.

It's like we've known each other for a long time.

When these two people first arrived, they sat at the same table with the leader of the team, but the other mercenaries in the tavern, including Marina, who seemed to be quite senior, actually had no objection to this fact?

has a problem.

Thales kept the doubts in mind.

This so-called mercenary team...

It's not that simple.

"If you blame this on me, or if you want to make a fortune before leaving, you are looking for the wrong person..." Tampa's self-defense continued.

But Ricky raised a finger and silenced all three voices.

"This has nothing to do with business or grudges, old friend."

He said calmly.

Tampa paused slightly.

"Then what do you want? Mercenaries?"

Ricky curled his lips.

"What we want may be a bit too much..."

There was a hint of shrewdness and prudence in his eyes.

"But first, you can answer a question for us."

Tampa frowned.

Seeing this scene, and seeing Ricky's questions not shying away from being around them at all, Thales suddenly felt something was wrong.

"About twenty years ago," Ricky's expression became serious:

"There is a mercenary team called the 'Big Nine' that is active around the desert. You know, right? Just today, I heard you talking to that young man about this."

Ricky pointed at Thales, and everyone's gaze made the latter's smile numb.

The Big Nine?

What is this? Tampa said this?

Tampa looked at Ricky suspiciously: "So?"

Ricky nodded.

"The leader of that team is a young man with good skills who is probably forty or fifty years old now," Ricky put one hand on the table and slowly rubbed his fingers, as if he was recalling something:

"His swordsmanship is very special. His offense and defense are self-contained. His skills are a mixture of hundreds of styles, but they are connected smoothly and freely. When facing the enemy, he is often unexpected and caught off guard..."

Thales noticed that several of the silent mercenaries in the distance had tense expressions.

"Even in the face of a strong enemy or even a siege, I can still withstand the pressure at a disadvantage and not even fall behind." On the other side of the table, the masked man suddenly spoke, his voice vicissitudes of life.

Ricky nodded slightly, looked into the distance with deep eyes: "Exactly."
To be continued...